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Re: FILL - Re: Emperor Hux/Fem!Kylo - Impregnation Kink - part 2
Consolidating power kept Hux busy over the next couple of weeks. Kylo was left alone for hours at a time, which she spent either exercising or meditating. She dreaded the evenings when Hux would join her for dinner, then he would fuck her and fall asleep, if she was lucky. Some nights he would find a second wind and fuck her again.
She did not look forward to visits from Maratelle, who critized everything about her. Snoke had been a critical master but he was beginning to look almost kindly compared to Maratelle.
The strange visits through the Force from the young woman, named Rey, continued and Kylo looked forward to them. It was refreshing to talk to someone with no political agenda, and her naivety was refreshing. Kylo found it pleasant to sit and teach someone about the Force.
*
Maratelle was talking, but Kylo was barely listening, she was hearing something else. She closed her eyes and laid a hand over her stomach.
“Have you heard a word I’ve said?”
“I’m sorry, I was listening to someone more important.”
“More important than me?”
Kylo opened her eyes and met Maratelle’s angry gaze. “My child will always be more important than you.”
“You seem different today, Bree.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Rey smiled at her, then her hand twitched and at Kylo’s permissive nod she reached out and touched where Kylo indicated. “Oh, that’s bright.”
“That is the light of a new life, the light of hope.”
Kylo had eaten dinner alone and was now waiting for Hux in their bed. He entered the bedroom and leered at her. Kylo held up a hand, “I am going to make a request of you. Can you be a little bit gentler?”
He paused in his disrobing, looked at her, then continued. “Trying to slack in your duties as consort?”
Kylo held up a flimsiplast and said, “No, seems we’ve had a bit of success, I would just hate to have that good work undone.”
He paused, one knee on the bed and reached out and took the flimsiplast. He read it, looking back and forth from her to the document. He reached over and left it on top of his clothes then crawled over her until they were face to face.
“Who were they, the three blow jobs you gave?”
She sighed, “Ren, the previous master of the knights, to join the order. Cardo Ren, to have a warm and safe place to sleep as a rookie knight.”
“And?”
Kylo closed her eyes for a brief moment then opened them, “And Snoke to prove that I was an obedient apprentice.”
Hux managed to keep his face neutral but Kylo could feel his whirling thoughts. He braced his weight on one arm to caress her face, “You have been a very obedient consort, and as long as you stay that way, service me the way you have, I won’t make you do that.”
“You don’t like it, even being on the receiving end.”
“I’ve never liked choking and blow jobs are nothing more than being choked.” He shifted and settled between her legs, prodding at her entrance.
Kylo panted as he pushed inside her. He thrust, slower and gentler than he had in the past. When he finished, he paused before pulling out of her. He leaned forward and gave Kylo an almost chaste kiss, one she returned before he pulled out and laid down next to her.
Kylo was quiet and waited until he fell asleep. She closed her eyes and reached out with the Force. She could see a vison of the child, thin, pale, with clear blue eyes and wavy auburn hair. In her vision the girl was a happy and cheerful child.
*
Maratelle joined them for dinner one night. Kylo had not had the best relationship with her parents, but by the Force, Maratelle was not any nicer to her son than she was to Kylo.
Kylo looked between them, her eyes widening in realization. Unfortunately Maratelle happened to look her way. The older woman sneered, “Listening to the Force?”
“Always.”
“And what does it tell you?”
Kylo held Maratelle’s gaze, “That most women who are given the gift of a fine healthy child are grateful and treat that child well, but that there are ungrateful women who treat those children terribly and that you fall into that category.”
Maratelle glared at Hux, “What have you told her?”
“ ‘You will hear many things about General Hux and his family, but do not listen to most of them, for he has risen from the fires of his youth to become the man he is. As always, use the Force and your own intuition to judge the truth of other things you may hear’.” Kylo quoted, “That’s what Leader Snoke told me about Armitage.”
After Maratelle stomped out Hux glared at her. “She’s the only mother I’ve ever known, could you try to get along with her?”
“I will put forth an equivalent effort.”
*
Kylo found the most irritating part of her pregnancy was Hux’s absolute adoration of her pregnant body, and his love of having sex with her in this condition.
“Were you attracted to pregnant women before this?” Kylo asked as Hux thrust away.
He finished, then slumped down next to her, panting. “Can’t say that it ever tickled my fancy. Just the thought of you having my son, does something to me.”
“And what will you think if I’m having a girl?”
Hux gave her a look like she was insane, and the familiarity of the look made Kylo feel slightly nostalgic. “Of course you’re having a boy. My mother gave me the doctor’s report. What makes you think differently?”
“I had a vision.”
Hux scoffed, “So you would rather believe the Force than a medical scan?”
Kylo frowned, “Frankly, yes.”
Kylo cursed herself for not doing her research earlier. She read all the literature on Arkanis rituals and traditions she had access to. Then taking a page from her father’s book she researched folk tales which showed the dark side of Arkanis culture.
Then her attendants allowed Carise Sindian in to see her. Kylo sat in her favorite chair, refusing to rise when the woman entered.
“Madam Hux.”
Kylo scowled from where she was sitting. “I am properly addressed as either Princess Organa Solo or Consort Kylo of the Ren, Miss Sindian.”
“Lady Carise.”
Kylo leaned back in her chair, “Not according to the Elder Houses, who stripped you of your noble titles.”
“All a misunderstanding. That’s all in the past and forgiven….”
“Oh? My dead grandfather forgave you? For betraying his trust? For making his daughter cry?”
“Bail Organa was not your grandfa….”
“Get out.”
“Dear child, Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vadar was your grandfather.” She said condescendingly.
“You made his daughter cry. Get. Out.” When Carise opened her mouth Kylo leaned forward, “Do you really want to see how much I take after my grandfather? Get! Out!”
Carise got up, hugely offended, “May a girl guarantee your death.”
Kylo watched the angry bitter woman depart, the confirmation of the cultural imperative for a male heir a bitter pill to swallow.
*
Kylo put on the most practical clothes from her new closet. She lifted the clothes bar from the wardrobe, gave it a few test swings. She paused to lay a hand over her belly, “I risk both our lives, but he will kill us both for your gender. I won’t let that happen.”
Kylo barged out the door and with two swift strikes knocked the guards down. She snatched up their blasters and moved on, throwing the rod in front of her to keep the security door from closing before she got there. She noticed the blasters were set on stun and left them that way. She cut down every guard in her path, shoving the unconscious bodies out of her way as she passed.
She paused and only flinching a little bit, she yanked the tracker from underneath her skin and flung it into the elevator and sent it on its way to the main shuttle bay. She prised open a panel and squeezed into the service crawlspace. She had to pause for a moment, “I know child, not too much longer now.”
She made it to the pilot’s changing room and quickly slipped on the gear. She knocked out a pilot and his gunner, shoving them into the shadows of the changing room. She was one of the first pilots to the TIE fighters. In a most casual fashion she launched with the rest of the fighters and took the first chance she had to slip away and jump to lightspeed.
Leia walked out into the landing bay to meet the TIE fighter as it landed on the deck of the medical frigate. The fighter opened and Kylo awkwardly climbed out, accepting her mother’s help before being pulled into an embrace. She cursed her weakness as she burst into tears. “Oh, Mom. I’m so, so, so…”
Leia cradled her daughter in her arms, “It’s alright, Bree. We’ll get through this together,” Leia choked on her tears and whispered, “Mama’s here.”
*
Han Solo entered the medical bay and smiled when his daughter looked up at him. “Hello baby girl.”
“Dad, really?”
“He still calls you cub.”
“He’s 250 plus years old, technically you are still a ‘cub’.” She smiled at her father who came over and embraced her.
Han stood back straight and got a permissive look from Bree and placed his hand on her belly next to the monitor strapped there. She took his hand repositioned it and he smiled at the movement.
“Wiggly.”
“Unhappy.”
“Oh?”
“I usually do extensive training, even in this state but they think I’m too delicate to handle it since the escape, which beyond the initial take down of the guards was mostly just shooting people.”
“Attagirl.”
“Aren’t you missing somebody?”
“Chewie will be along in a few.”
“That’s not who she means and you know it.” Leia said walking into the room. “You are one Jedi Master short.”
“He refused to come, said he was looking for something in the Force and that he would need our help when he found it.”
“She, and on the outer rim.” Bree said, then sighed when her parents looked at her. “More than that I won’t say, for her protection.” Bree looked sad for a moment, “I agreed to Hux’s terms to save my knights and I don’t even know if they are safe. Chewie!”
Chewie bent over and gave Bree a hug, then sat and talked to Bree while Han and Leia went out into the hall to have a fight.
*
The doctors estimated that Bree had a few days left and they weren’t sure they could handle her or her nonsense anymore. Han had left on a mission but promised to be back in time. Bree wanted to believe him but comforted herself that at least her mother was at her side. The doctors allowed her to walk as exercise and to meditate as she wanted.
She was walking through the gardens with her mother when Han entered the garden looking hugely pleased with himself. Leia wondered why he was so inordinately pleased when a mixed bag of people followed him in.
Bree burst into one of her rare wide smiles, called out, “My friends!” and with her mother’s help quickly hobbled toward them.
Leia did not want to know how Han had found the remaining Knights of Ren. She was grateful that Han was back in time for his grandchild’s birth. Leia and Han shared a matched set of smiles that had Bree calling out from the huddle of her friends, “Not in front of my friends!”
Bree lifted her head as the Force tugged on her. She smiled at Rey who removed her goggles to look at her friend. “How much bigger are you going to get?”
Bree sighed and shook her head, “Not too much longer.” She looked up at Rey. “Have you given my – oh kriff…”
Rey felt an echo of the pain, “Bree? Now?”
Bree nodded then looked up as she felt Rey’s mirth, “What?”
“Whoever has today in the betting pool is going to cash in.”
Bree could only give an affectionate growl before Rey faded from view.
Re: FILL - Re: Emperor Hux/Fem!Kylo - Impregnation Kink - part 3
Bree took her baby girl from the doctor’s hands and cradled her in her arms. “Oh hello little one!” The baby let out some hiccupping short cries, “Oh don’t cry! Mama’s here.” She ran her hand over the baby’s damp hair, a definite shade of dark red and when the baby looked at her mother Bree could tell she had blue eyes.
Leia smiled at her daughter, “She’s beautiful, have you finally decided on a name?”
“Makani.”
Emperor Hux looked up as the communications officer entered the conference room. “A message has arrived for your attention in particular with a notice that a similar announcement will go public in a few days. The Alderaani Diaspora is pleased to announce the birth of Princess Makani Organa Solo, daughter of Princess Bree Organa Solo and Armitage Hux of Arkanis, granddaughter of Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan and her consort Han Solo of Corellia, granddaughter of Brendol Hux of Arkanis.”
Hux stood and listened, conflicted. On the one hand, he was furious about the downgrade in his status in the child’s official name, and the further disappointment in the child being a girl, annoyance that her trust in the Force proved correct. “Any picture?”
“Just says pending.”
Hux spent the rest of the day being surly and leaving conversations and refusing to see his mother. He sat on his side of the bed, which had totally been completely revamped after Kylo escaped, the linens and mattress replaced. He sighed and rubbed his face, then opened his keepsake box. He pulled out the letter he hadn’t had the courage to open and read. He had spent days wondering how she got a hold of ink and paper. He opened the letter.
“Armitage, If you are reading this this letter I have either escaped or have been killed. If I have escaped then it was all to protect my baby. Know that while life in exile won’t be easy, I will love our child. She will be loved and cared for, no one will abuse or neglect her. She will always know who her father is, even if my mother never acknowledges you. If I have been killed, please take care of our child, give her the pleasant and happy childhood you never had. If you cannot do that, and equally cannot bear to have her anywhere near you then have her taken to my mother. I will not contest a separation and I actually do hope you find someone who makes you happy. Sincerely yours, Kylo, Master of the Knights of Ren, Princess of the Alderaani Diaspora.”
*
At the urging of the Elder Houses Leia agreed to try to work with Emperor Hux, hoping this might lead to a treaty.
Bree was skeptical. “Really? No, the odds,” she spotted her father’s frown, “Aren’t good.”
“Never tell me the odds,” Han crooned to his granddaughter.
“We’ve made arrangements to visit with a party personally representing the emperor.”
“I’ll stick around for this meeting, then we are going on a journey.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss on top of Makani’s head.
The Imperial party arrived at a neutral location and the negotiators were taken in a sheltered shuttle to where Bree was.
“Oh hell no.” She said looking at the holo. “Not going in a room with that woman.”
“Hux’s mother?”
“On paper. Oh, damn, wasn’t supposed to mention that.” Bree finished off most insincerely.
Maratelle Hux looked up as Leia and Han entered the room. “I am here to collect my grandchild.”
“And you say I’m bad at negotiation?” Han said to Leia.
Leia hushed him then then turned to Maratelle, “Perhaps some introductions are in order. “I am Princess Leia Organa and this is my consort, Han Solo…” Leia shook her head in disbelief at the scoff she received.
Maratelle fixed Leia with an angry glare, “I am here for my grandson. My son’s blood heir.”
Leia and Han looked at each other with open confusion on their faces, but Leia could feel other, truer emotions from Han. Her sabacc face was perfect as she turned to Maratelle and said in her most gracious and innocent tone, “I’m sorry?”
“Your daughter has absconded with the Emperor’s heir and I will take that boy with me!”
“I’m sorry,” Leia said, “My daughter had a baby girl, precious little thing.”
“That is not possible!”
“Bree notified your son two days after Makani’s birth.” Leia said.
Maratelle was absolutely enraged and leapt to her feet, “He has officially named his child with Kylo of the Ren as his heir! That cannot be a girl!” she pointed at Leia, “You are a filthy liar!” She turned and stormed out of the room.
Both shook with repressed emotions, finally Leia asked, “I’m going to have you write the letter to the Elder Houses. I don’t know if I could put that into words.”
“What a piece of work.” Han muttered.
*
Bree sat at the top of the ramp, in a rocking chair, nursing Makani. Vicrul sat in a nearby non rocking chair and questioned her master’s sanity as she sat and stared out at Niima outpost.
A speeder entering the settlement caught the women’s attention. Bree stood, tucked herself away and handed Makani to Vicrul. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Extra milk in the stasis chamber.”
Rey had just finished unloading her speeder and grabbed the end of the netting to drag off her salvage. She jumped when the other end was hoisted off the ground and into the hand of a familiar figure. “Bree?”
“In the flesh.”
Rey stood and stared at the taller older woman, “I never told you where I was.”
“The Force finally revealed you to me. Can we put this down?” She gently jiggled the net sling.
Rey nodded and they set the sling down, “What if my family comes looking for me?”
“How about we find them first? If my mother and her resources can find a woman lost for thirty years, we can find yours.” Bree shoved the bag to the side and reached out for Rey’s hand, “I can at least promise you won’t starve and there are things I can teach you about the Force that are easier to learn in person. Please?”
Rey nodded. They resecured the netting to the speeder and Bree followed Rey to her home to pack a few things.
Bree studied the wall and felt the loneliness and sadness. She reached out and touched the marks, getting a rough estimate with her eyes. The image of a scrawny pale red headed boy sitting in a corner nursing bruises flashed across her mind’s eye. She shook her head to clear it and turned to Rey, “Ready?”